All Chapters of One Night Stand series : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

By Monday morning, the entire Fine Arts Department had become a soap opera.It started with whispers Did you hear about the sketch? and evolved into full blown myth.By lunchtime, Lena had allegedly posed nude for Damien on a velvet chaise while he painted her under candlelight.By evening, one version claimed she’d inspired his entire Reclining Form series.None of it was true.Except for the part that made her cheeks burn every time someone said his name.Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist.“They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.”Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.”“Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably).Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.”Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind o

The university’s annual art gala had always been a spectacle all glitter and ego, perfume and performance. But this year, it hummed with a sharper kind of electricity. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next who would fall, who would rise, and who would dare to show their face after the scandal that had turned the department into gossip gold.Lena stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching chandeliers scatter light across marble floors. For once, no one recognized her.The simple black dress she wore transformed her elegant, fluid, nothing like the flustered student who used to trip over paintbrushes and apologies. Tara had practically staged an intervention to make it happen.“Head up,” Tara had ordered an hour ago while curling her hair. “If they’re going to whisper, at least make them whisper about how good you look doing it.”Now, standing there with her hair swept into a soft knot and diamond earrings catching the light, Lena almost felt like she belonged in this wo

Story:5Title: Summer HeatJasmine returns to her small hometown to stay with her older brother for the summer, only to find his best friend, Theo, now a chiseled firefighter living next door. Late-night swims, shared drinks, and stolen glances turn into a slow-burn attraction. But giving in to temptation could ruin everything. The taboo of desire builds until they can no longer hold back, leading to a sensual awaken that neither expected.——-The heat hit Jasmine before she even got out of the car.It rolled off the pavement in waves, shimmering against the familiar line of maple trees that led to her brother’s house. The air smelled like sunbaked grass and gasoline, thick with that heavy, sweet scent she’d always associated with home.Home. God, it felt weird thinking of it that way again.She hadn’t been back to Ridgewood since college three years of city noise and late nights had buried the sleepy rhythm of this town deep under layers of busyness. Now, standing in her denim short

This was different from any other feeling she has ever felt, yet looking into his eyes and being lost in them made the night feel different to Jasmine. His hand slid to her waist, which he wrapped in his huge sexy hand. She flinched as the grip on her waist got even tighter.“Theo?” She purred.“Shhhh..” he said shutting her up with a kiss.Her lips were still swollen from the kiss they’d shared earlier and she knew her lips were going to be more swollen now. But she didn’t care. This man whose arms she was in, seemed to be the only thing her focus was on tonight, and she was going to fuck him.It didn’t matter that he was her brother’s friend. It didn’t matter that he was older. What mattered this night was her pussy and that it was going to be fucked.He kissed her, sliding his thick tongue into hers. His kiss was not gentle. It was intrusive, filling up the inside of her small mouth, taking all the space there. Yet, the kiss made her feel dizzy with need. He kissed her, rubbing his

The morning light hit hard.Jasmine blinked against it, her head pounding softly, her body heavy and warm under the tangled sheets. For a moment, she didn’t move she didn’t even breathe.Everything from last night replayed in fragments. The look in his eyes. His voice, rough and low. The way she’d stopped thinking, stopped caring, stopped pretending.And now… silence.The air in the room was still thick with what they’d done. The scent of him lingered on her skin.Theo stood by the window, half dressed, the morning sun outlining the sharp cut of his shoulders. He didn’t look at her right away. His hands were braced against the windowsill, jaw tight, as if he were holding the world in place.“Morning,” she said softly, voice hoarse.He turned slightly. “Hey.”That one word carried a weight she didn’t expect not anger, not regret exactly, but something caught between guilt and need.Jasmine pulled the sheet higher around herself. “You’re quiet.”“I’m trying to think of what to say that